Renesmee's Story (A Twilight Fan Fiction) *BEING EDITED*

Chapter 3- Part 4

"See you guys later on," I say. I stand up from the couch, still hand in hand with Jake which causes Jake to stand up alongside me. I go to walk out the door but not before mum calls out to me.

"Remember to be-" mum begins.

"Be home before dark. It's not even one o'clock right now so I have ages." I finish for her, rolling my eyes.

"I know, just reminding you."

"Jake look after her," dad says.

"Dad," I whine, rolling my eyes again.

"Haven't I always." Jake says, smiling. However he still gives a polite nod to dad, acknowledging that he will take care of me. I drag Jake by his hand before mum and dad can say anything else. I know they're deliberately trying to stir me and it is working.

"Have fun," mum says after Jake and I walk out of the front door. He's still holding my hand and I don't want him to let go. This feels so right -being with him- and I don't get why I didn't tell him earlier about how I feel. When we get into the woods and out of view of mum and dad Jake turns to me.

"Do you want a ride to the meadow?" he asks.

"Yes!" I say happily.

"Be right back," he says before giving me a quick kiss and walking behind a big tree. I know he's getting unchanged so I just wait. At least I can have someone that knows everything about me instead of having to go through what mum and dad did. There is no one out there that I want, I only want Jake. I can tell Jake has transformed because I see his tail behind the tree. I walk over to the tree and pick up his things which are only a t-shirt, shorts and boxer briefs, already folded which he must have done before he shifted. I look at him in his wolf form and he is so beautiful. That gorgeous shade of red.

"You're so beautiful," I say to him. He looks at me and even though he is in wolf form I can see the love in his eyes. He shrugs his head for me to get onto his back. I hop onto his back, put his things at the base of his neck so I can lie down and wrap my arms around his neck without his things getting dropped. The only problem with Jake as a wolf is that he can't communicate with me but sometimes I feel as if I can. He begins running towards the meadow. I keep my balance, lying on his back. I close my eyes, enjoying the rush of the wind as he runs through the woods towards the meadow.

Although we are not doing anything out the usual for us, it does feel different now thinking of Jake as my partner. Within minutes we arrive at the meadow. I slide from Jake's back, placing his clothes behind the closest group of trees, and walk away so he can get changed in private.

I walk out in the meadow, once again taking my shoes off and feel the smooth blades of grass beneath my feet. I scrunch my toes, enjoying the feel of the grass. I stretch my neck, looking above to the cloudless, clear blue sky, admiring the birds fly across the sky into a nearby tree. This place is the pure definition of serenity.

I look behind me to see if Jake is done and I see him standing still, just on the cusp of the clearing of the meadow's opening, staring at me. I laugh despite myself, more from feeling awkward than anything humorous.

"What?" I ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Damn, I knew I should have changed.

"You are so beautiful," he says as he walks over to me.

"I'm not wearing anything spectacular. I look the same as I always do," I say, slightly confused.

"It's not what you're wearing. It's you, just you," he says, finally walking over to me.

I understand, well . . . as much as I can, how an imprint works but the more time I spend with Jake, and looking back on all the time I have spent with him throughout my life, it is finally starting to be clearer. It is the strongest bond anyone could ever have. I just hope I can return such love and devotion to Jake.

I pull the collar of his shirt so he is even closer to me and I lean my head in and kiss him. He kisses me back straight away. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me even closer to him. I wrap my arms around his neck while making sure my lips never leave his.

His lips leave mine for a second and I kiss his cheek.

"I love you so much," he says, before kissing me again.

"I love you too," I say. I want more of him, more than this. A fire feels as though it is lighting me from within and I crave his touch, his scent, Jake . . . I begin to kiss his neck and start to undo the top buttons of his shirt. He grabs my hands to stop me at the second button.

"Nessie, don't," he says. He gently pulls my hands away from his shirt, holding them in his hands.

"Jake, I want you."

"Not now, I'm sorry but not yet." I stop unbuttoning his shirt and step back from him.